June 2, 2004

• Bees…?

  In the dream, I had gotten a letter from Sephiroth, our G.I. friend now
  in Iraq.  His letter had told us when he’d be coming home.

  Greyfox, Doug and I weren’t here; we were living in a city.  Our
  living quarters were attached to a small cafe, and most of the dream’s
  action happened in the closed-for-business cafe’s kitchen and dining
  room.  We had a tiny puppy with curly, glossy black fur.  It
  wasn’t just young, but a small breed of dog, the kind we call
  lap-yappers.  That in itself is odd.  I prefer dogs I don’t
  need to bend over to pet, Doug has little but scorn for neurotic lap
  yappers, and Greyfox hates them.

  Holding the pup, and talking to Doug and Greyfox about her training, I
  happened to notice the calendar.  I said, “This is the day
  Sephiroth said he’d be home.”  As if on cue, he walked in.  I
  have never known him to be physically demonstrative, but in the dream
  he grabbed me in a tight hug, and gave me a big sloppy kiss.  I
  was okay with that, no big deal.

  After all the greetings were done, he and I had settled down in a booth
  to talk and the other guys were not there.  The pup kept going for
  him, burrowing and sniffing inside his coat, at his armpit.  I was
  trying to discipline her, and he just shrugged it off, saying, “Oh,
  she’s after the bees.”  He took off his coat and a bunch of bees
  started flying out of it.

  He explained that he had been flying a kite when the bees were
  attracted to him and took up residence in his coat.  Then the
  scene shifted a bit, some time had passed, and we were in the kitchen
  looking in the fridge for something to cook.  I found, sticking
  partially out of a freezer, a hamburger patty.  Most of it was
  frozen, but one edge was thawed. 

  I held it in one hand and pulled off the thawed part with the
  other.  Balling it up, I was debating with myself whether to
  discard it or let the puppy eat it, when she jumped up and took it away
  from me.  She was wolfing it down, when a white kitten even
  smaller than she bounded in, grabbed her by the throat, and killed her
  for her ball of ground beef.

  The kitten scampered away, and I’m standing there holding the limp bleeding body of my puppy when I awoke.

  Good morning, everyone.  I’m going to go get a cup of coffee and think about this.  Back later….

  • 1:24 pm
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